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The Blue Cliff Record Case 97
Eido Shimano Roshi
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Harvest Sesshin: Day Five
Eido Shimano Roshi
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The Eloquent Silence of Nyogen Senzaki
Shingeshitsu Roko Sherry Chayat
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Nen : Intense Thought
Eido Shimano Roshi
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Profound Gratitude
Aiho Yasuko Shimano
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Lankavatara Sutra
Shokan Undo Osho
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Ichi Go Ichi E
Fujin Butsudo
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Nyogen Senzaki Memorial Pilgrimage
to Los Angeles
Yayoi Karen Matsumoto
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What is THIS?
Koju Agung Her tanto
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New York Zendo Shobo-ji News
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Dai Bosatsu Zendo Kongo-ji News
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New York Zendo Shobo-ji Schedule 2009
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Dai Bosatsu Zendo Kongo-ji Schedule 2009
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Hekiganroku, The Blue Cliff Record
That was in September. Naturally I
asked him, “How long will it take?” He
said, “At the latest, by January.” I told
him, “Fine, very good . . . please let us
know the price.”
Case 97: The Diamond Sutra’s “The Transgression is Wiped Out”
Eido Shimano Roshi
‘Completely exposed,’ says Setcho again.
Engo’s Introduction:
Today's teisho will be dedicated to
Choro-An Nyogen Zenji Dai Osho, also
known as Nyogen Senzaki.
If you take up one and let two go, you are
not yet expert.To understand three corners
when one is presented still goes against the
essence of the teaching. Even if you can
move heaven and earth at once, the four
directions clash like thunder, flash like lightning, upset the ocean, overturn mountains
and pour like a torrent . . . you still fall far
short of it.
Is there anyone among you who can control
the center of the heavens? An axle of the
earth?
Main Subject:
The Diamond Sutra says, "Furthermore, if
virtuous men and women who receive this
teaching are downtrodden, their unfortunate destiny is the inevitable result of
karma committed in their past mortal lives.
By virtue of their present misfortune, the
effect of their past will be worked out, and
then they'll be in a position to realize
supreme enlightenment."
Verse:
The clear jewel is in my palm.
Whoever is accomplished
will be rewarded with it.
When neither foreigner nor native comes,
It has utterly no abilities.
Since it has no abilities,
the evil one loses the way.
Gautama, Gautama,
do you know me or not?
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We have just completed our seven-day
sesshin at Dai Bosatsu Zendo to commemorate the 50th Anniversary of his
departure. He died on May 7th, 1958. I
assume many of you know a little bit
about him. But, the main questions I
would like to point out are: After all,
who was Nyogen Senzaki? What did he
do in America? And where did he go?
“Choro” literally means “Morning Dew,”
so Choro-An is “Hut of Morning Dew.”
“Nyogen” means “Like a Fantasy.” It
comes from the Diamond Sutra. At the
very end, it says, “All composite things
are like a dream, like a fantasy. Like a
bubble and a shadow. Like a dewdrop
and a flash of lightning. They are thus to
be regarded.”
At the end of sesshin, we normally have
a cup of tea together in the ceremonial
way, in silence, and I speak. This time, my
extemporaneous remarks went something as follows: “Seven days have passed
like a dream, like a fantasy.” And, believe
it or not, I still feel as though I am in that
realm. Usually, we live in an “upsidedown view” world, and it’s hard for us to
see things right-side-up. The Diamond
Sutra verse is well-expressed – the
“right-side-up view.”
It is necessary for me to use everyday
language to describe the life of Nyogen
Senzaki. He was born, it is said, in 1876,
just one hundred years before the birth
of Dai Bosatsu Zendo Kongo-ji. And he
passed away on May 7th, 1958, just ten
years before New York Zendo Shobo-ji
was established.
This may be just coincidence . . . or,
maybe not.
I’ll tell you of two uncanny stories – they
may give you hints as you look at his life.
The first: Last summer, when I was in
Switzerland, a friend of mine said to me,
“Roshi, is everything okay?” I said,“Yeah,
everything is okay except . . .” And, I did
not say anything. The following day he
said: “Except what?”
“Well,” I said, “our tatami mats in Dai
Bosatsu Zendo are getting old – thirtyone years old.” And he said, “Okay, I’ll
take care of that.” So, I immediately got
in touch with my friend in Japan, who
had donated all of our tatami mats over
thirty years ago. I said to him,“This time
we’ll pay; can you do it again?” And he
replied, “It would be my honor.”
I was thinking they would arrive in
January, or at the latest, February. But
there were lots of problems importing
the tatami mats. Inspection at customs
took many, many days and months. Also,
we wanted to install tatami in the
Dokusan room, so it needed some carpentry work. Finally, the tatami came
and were installed in the Zendo and
Dharma Hall. The carpentry in the
Dokusan room was completed two days
before sesshin began. In other words, all
this was presented and prepared to welcome Nyogen Senzaki on the occasion
of his 50th anniversary. In April, a few of
us even took a pilgrimage to Los Angeles
specifically to invite him and bring him
back with us. We received our newly
installed tatami in perfect timing. If they
had come in January, it would not have
been as dramatic as this. And none of us
planned it this way . . . it just happened!
Here is the second uncanny story: As I
said, Nyogen Senzaki’s name is ChoroAn, which means “Morning Dew”. This
spring, a young lady came to Dai Bosatsu
Zendo intending to stay for a few days,
but for some reason she extended her
stay to one month. And she even wanted to stay for a kessei – not knowing
anything about Nyogen Senzaki, not
knowing anything about us having this
50th Anniversary sesshin. So she is now
at DBZ. One day she told me, “Believe
it or not, in Hebrew my name means
‘Morning Dew.’” And she said that ever
since she came, some unknown power
or energy has been urging her to stay at
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DBZ. “Now I understand the reason
why I am here,” she said. “And I have a
mission to stay here. My name is
‘Morning Dew.’”
Nyogen Senzaki became a Buddhist
monk at the age of nineteen and practiced at Engaku-ji in Kamakura under
Soyen Shaku Roshi. In 1905 he came to
America.
I am going to read some of his newly discovered letters. This is only an excerpt
written to his father and mother on May
18th, 1906. He said (of course, this was
written in Japanese and I translated):
To state it briefly, there are three purposes
for my coming to America. One is to raise
funds for the operation of the
Mentorgarten in Aomori prefecture. But
because of the problems I have been having
with my eyes, I was not allowed to be on the
same boat as my teacher Soyen Shaku
Roshi. This eye disease also caused an
unexpected problem in obtaining the trust
of the Russell Family.
Mrs. Russell was, in fact, the first
American Zen student. Soyen Shaku
stayed at her home for about a month
or so, and the original arrangement was
that Nyogen Senzaki was also going to
stay there. But somehow, this eye disease caused some complications.
The second purpose is for my own study.
Since my main vocation is the Buddha
Dharma, I may not be able to pursue ordinary academic studies. However, I am now
staying with a schoolteacher and she is
teaching me rhetoric, and perhaps someday
I can be a journalist for an American newspaper. But the main reason for my coming
to America is to transmit Zen to this country. That’s why my teacher, Soyen Shaku,
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used his own pocket money to pay for my
travel expenses, though my teacher has now
left San Francisco and we are apart from
one another. What I am doing here now is
enduring what is hard to endure. Doing
what is difficult to do. I have been doing all
kinds of work, including grooming horses.
While working together with immigrants
from Europe and Africa, I always tell myself
that the land on which I now stand may
someday become the land of Buddha
Dharma. The person who punched me
today may someday become a Buddha. The
person who treated me with contempt may
eventually become happy. I keep repeating
this to myself. It’s just like the Bodhisattva
who is mentioned in the Lotus Sutra, Jo
Fukyo Bosatsu. He bowed to everyone he
met saying, “You will become a Buddha.”
People became angry because they thought
he was making fun of them. They beat him
with sticks and stones. He did not stop
bowing to them, always repeating, “You will
become a Buddha.”
This February I was in Japan, and I was
asked to give a talk on Nyogen Senzaki,
which I did. Upon my return from Japan
to Dai Bosatsu Zendo, I found a package
from someone and a letter saying,
“These are the letters written by
Nyogen Senzaki to his parents. Perhaps
they will be useful for you.” And the letters, only parts of which I have read
now, are from that package. Nyogen
Senzaki did not expect his private letters
to be sent back to America fifty years
after his death. So, through these letters, we are able to know about his life
in San Francisco.
The next letter was written to his friend
Mr. Miyamoto in 1928:
This kind of everyday-language explanation is rather easy for you to understand, but that is not the main purpose
of my talk tonight.
I’m now sowing some inconspicuous Dharma
seeds, and I will likewise end my life in this
country inconspicuously. But I am convinced
that fifty years from now, the seeds I have
sown will sprout, and true Buddha Dharma
will shine in America. I have made many sacrifices, but I am following my teacher Soyen
Shaku’s will. And this is my main purpose for
coming to America.
I just turned fifty-two years old. My hair has
become white, and perhaps you may not
recognize me. Essentially, what I am doing
is tsuyubarai: cultivating the soil so the
Buddha Dharma may successfully be transplanted to America.
This is another very uncanny happening:
There was some kind of anti-Japanese
movement in the early 1930s, and persecution was all over – he had to carry a
pistol whenever he went out, to protect
himself. Passing through all these seemingly difficult days, he continued to work
and study and sow the seed of Buddha
Dharma in American soil.
Who was Nyogen Senzaki? What did he
do in America? Where did he go?
The Diamond Sutra says,
Buddha’s entering Parinirvana. In other
words, it did not come from Shakyamuni
Buddha’s mouth like Atta Dipa, which is
undoubtedly the direct teaching of
Shakyamuni Buddha.
However, he had many awakened students and each student had another
awakened student, and with the readiness of time, they got together and compiled the teachings of Shakyamuni
Buddha. One of them was the Diamond
Sutra. The essence of it is sunyata: “All
composite things are like a dream, a fantasy, a bubble and a shadow. Like a dewdrop and flash of lightning.” All these we
can see, but we cannot grasp. As phenomena they exist, but as entities, they
don’t. They are thus to be realized. They
are thus to be regarded. This is the
essence of the Diamond Sutra.
“Furthermore, if virtuous men and
women who receive this teaching are
downtrodden,” – oppressed or treated
badly, like Nyogen Senzaki was in San
Francisco – “their unfortunate destiny
is the inevitable result of karma committed in their past mortal lives. By
virtue of their present misfortune, the
effect of their past will be worked out,
and then they will be in a position to
realize supreme enlightenment.” This
is too rational; too logical. The real is
not rational.
Furthermore, if virtuous men and women
who receive this teaching are downtrodden,
their unfortunate destiny is the inevitable
result of karma committed in their past
mortal lives. By virtue of their present misfortune, the effect of their past will be
worked out, and then they will be in a position to realize supreme enlightenment.
In order to understand the Diamond
Sutra, we must realize our own true
nature. To realize our own true nature
means understanding that there is no
such thing as the evil karma committed
by our own past lives. Thus, there are no
sins to be extinguished.
The Diamond Sutra was written about
four hundred years after Shakyamuni
This is the real point. This is why we are
doing zazen.
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Dai Bosatsu Zendo Harvest Sesshin 2008
We often say we have lots of accumulated evil karma. By chanting Purification,
little by little, all these karmic defilements will be gone, and then someday,
when we become completely pure, we’ll
all be enlightened. This is too rational,
too logical. We are already enlightened
anyway; we simply don’t know it yet.
We’re too suspicious to accept this – it
sounds too good to be true.
To understand the Diamond Sutra, in
short, is to understand our mind:
“All composite things are like a dream,
a fantasy, bubble and a shadow. Like
a dewdrop and flash of lightning . . .”
At the same time, perhaps all of you
have tasted this much when your zazen
is really good: No border between you
and others. No border between you
and the good earth. And when you
exhale, the universe exhales . . . when
you inhale the universe inhales.
So, to requite the beneficence which we
received from the struggle of Nyogen
Senzaki and various teachers who tried
to transplant this tradition from East to
West is to understand, experientially:
As Nyogen Senzaki said in one of his
poems, “America has Zen all the time.
Why, my teacher, should I meddle?” Not
only America – Africa has Zen all the
time. Why should I meddle? Or, can I
meddle? Can we meddle?
I’m going to make up a new word:
unmeddleability. We think we are bumpkins. “Some day we’ll be enlightened.”
No! You already are – always – enlightened. And none of you believe this. It
sounds too good to be true.
The problem for our practice is not our
pain, our drowsiness, or our thoughts, but
simply our lack of faith in the Dharma.
That’s it!
Muslims face Mecca and do prostrations
five times a day. They may have their
own reasons, but we can learn a lot from
their dedication. If we do, our hearts
may become softer, less arrogant, and
less suspicious.
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The greatest mistake we all make –
which we don’t even realize that we’re
making – is to think, “This body is my
body.” This is the biggest mistake.
Who was Nyogen Senzaki? What did he
do? Where did he go?
If you want to truly realize the essence
of the Diamond Sutra, the answer is very
simple: Who was Nyogen Senzaki? He
was nobody. What did he do in
America? He did nothing. Where did he
go? He did not go anyplace.
This is really like a dream, like a fantasy.
After fifty years, he is shining more than
ever!
Having bid farewell
to the far native country
Wind and moon are in harmony
Not despising utter poverty
You continued to live in true Zen
The hut of morning dew
is like a dream, like a fantasy
Fifty years have passed
since you departed v
Day Five Teisho
Eido Shimano Roshi
This morning we heard wonderful news:
that Senator Obama was elected our
next President of the United States. I
say that it is wonderful, because it seems
to me that the United States of America
became enlightened. I would like to say
something about the karmic connection
between Dai Bosatsu Zendo and this
historical event.
I have noticed that this Sesshin we have so
many people from foreign countries.
Japan, China, Vietnam, Canada, Poland,
Holland, France, Austria, and Switzerland.
I believe most of you are quite familiar
with the history of the United States, but
I would like to convey something about
the karmic connection between DBZ and
the history of this country, as well as my
personal karmic connection with
President-elect Obama, though we have
never met face-to-face.
Tom's Cabin. Those of you who have not
yet read Uncle Tom's Cabin, by Harriet
Beecher Stowe, please read it. This
novel boldly criticizes slavery, and
President Lincoln was immensely moved
by it. As you all know, President Lincoln
signed what is known as the
“Emancipation Proclamation” in 1863. I
will return to that subject in a moment.
In February of 1971, for the first time, I
drove up to this Beecher Lake property.
It was a beautiful cold day. There was no
monastery of course, no gate house, no
garage, and no woodshed. Only Beecher
House. When I came to that bridge by
Sangha Meadow (DBZ's cemetery), I
thought “At last – we found the place for
us to build the monastery.” So I said to
Mr. Johnston, “This is it.” This was even
before we negotiated with the property
owner. At that time, I had no idea that
this frozen place we had driven past was
a lake called Beecher Lake. Later I found
out that the name “Beecher” came from
the Beecher family, and that one of the
members of the Beecher family was
Harriet Beecher Stowe, who wrote Uncle
On the last Thursday of November, we
celebrate Thanksgiving Day. If my understanding is correct, Thanksgiving in
America began in 1621. The Pilgrims
from England left their country as a
result of increasingly hostile religious
persecution. The Protestants became
protestants, really ‘in protest.’ So they
came to this new continent, and were
called ‘Pilgrims.’ From their point of
view, it was a religious pilgrimage. But
Native Americans were already here.
This particular spot by Beecher Lake
was one of the spots the Native
Americans discovered and lived in. They
had some special intuition that this place
has ki (spiritual energy) and would be a
good place for them to live. From their
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point of view, the Pilgrims were not welcome – it was an invasion. In the early
days here, the Pilgrims struggled to survive, and when the first harvest took
place, they thanked God by celebrating
Thanksgiving Day. At any rate, because
these pilgrims were from England, and
because they were white, and Protestant
– they are called WASPs – White AngloSaxon Protestants – and they became
the most influential group of people in
this country.
During the American Revolution, on July
4th, 1776, this nation declared her
Independence. Two hundred years later,
on July 4th, Dai Bosatsu Zendo Kongoji was dedicated.
The Civil War was between the northern part of the United States, such as
our New York area, where industry and
business were the essence of livelihood;
and the southern part, like Georgia,
Alabama, Louisiana, Mississippi, where
agriculture was the essence of livelihood.
Unlike nowadays, use of
machines was limited, so human energy
and human power were indispensable.
And this is how slavery came about.
There are still such terms existing:
“slave-trade” and “slave-ship.” In other
words, human beings were purchased or
traded from Africa and the West Indies.
They were brought to the United States
for agricultural labor. The Civil War, to
state it briefly, was the disagreement
between two parts of the United States
– the North, where slavery was unnecessary, and the South, where slavery was
considered essential. So they fought.
The Civil War lasted from 1861 to 1865.
In 1863, Abraham Lincoln signed the
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Emancipation Proclamation, and later
that year in the Gettysburg Address, he
said, “A government of the people, by
the people, and for the people,” which
still is considered the foundation of
Democracy. Abraham Lincoln was assassinated in 1865.
1963 – exactly one hundred years after
the signing of the Emancipation
Proclamation – was a year which I shall
never forget. Two important events
took place. I was already in America, and
the Civil Rights movement was quite
active. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was the
head of that movement, and in August
1963 his well-known “I Have a Dream”
speech was delivered in Alabama. Later
that very year, in November, John F.
Kennedy was assassinated. He was not
a WASP. He was the first Catholic
President of the United States; and he
was also quite active in the Civil Rights
movement.
The Martin Luther King speech, “I Have
a Dream” is quite poetic, and of course,
addresses lots of political and sociological issues, but some part is relevant for
me to share with you now:
“Five score years ago, a great American, in
whose symbolic shadow we stand today,
signed the Emancipation Proclamation.This
momentous decree came as a great beacon
light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who
had been seared in the flames of withering
injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to
end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still
is not free. One hundred years later, the life
of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the
manacles of segregation and the chains of
discrimination. One hundred years later, the
Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in
the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro
is still languishing in the corners of American
society, and finds himself an exile in his own
land. So we have to come here today to
dramatize a shameful condition.”
Dr. King speaks about how black people
were unhappy victims of discrimination,
and he describes this very powerfully and
accurately. Then he says to the audience:
“Go back to Mississippi, go back to
Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go
back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go
back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I
say to you today my friends – so even
though we face the difficulties of today and
tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream
deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will
rise up and live out the true meaning of its
creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills
of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the
sons of former slave owners will be able to sit
down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state
of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the
heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of
oppression, will be transformed into an oasis
of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children
will one day live in a nation where they will
not be judged by the color of their skin but
by the content of their character.”
And it goes on. It's a really wonderful
speech.
Forty years ago, a few months before
Shobo-ji was dedicated, the Buddhist
Church in Chicago invited me to come
and give a talk on Buddhism – on
Buddha's birthday. So in April of 1968, I
went to Chicago, and it was upon my
return that I heard the news that Martin
Luther King had been assassinated.
Later, while Dai Bosatsu Zendo was
being built, it became clear in my heart
that the dedication day for Dai Bosatsu
Zendo must be on July 4th, 1976 –
because each of us has our own slaveryconditioned heart. It does not have any
color, it does not have any visual form,
but we all know that our minds and our
hearts are not yet emancipated. So, our
own personal “emancipation proclamation” was declared on July 4th, 1976;
because just two hundred years before
that, America declared her independence, and a Buddhist monastery is a
place where each participant strives for
spiritual emancipation. That's why that
particular date and that particular year
were selected.
Actually, to say so is not quite right.
Even though we wanted to open DBZ
on July 4th, 1976, if the circumstances
did not allow us – for example, if we
lacked the building funds – nothing could
have happened. But somehow the
Mandala web connects all things; nothing
is disconnected. The Mandala web made
it possible for us to open on that day.
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As you know very well, many people
laugh at me and say, “You are like Don
Quixote, why do you sing ‘The
Impossible Dream’ again and again?”
Because this is my “I Have a Dream.”
Martin Luther King's dream was what I
have just read to you. And my
“Impossible Dream” came from the
Broadway musical, Man of La Mancha.
There is a verse which goes:
This is my quest, to follow that star
no matter how hopeless,
no matter how far;
to fight for the right,
without question or pause;
to be willing to march
into hell for a heavenly cause.
This part is just like our zazen practice;
our emancipation training.
This is my quest.
No matter how hopeless . . .
Sometimes you feel despair, as
Martin Luther King said.
No matter how far . . .
Ten years, twenty years, three lifetimes,
five lifetimes.
To fight for the right
without question or pause;
To be willing to march
into hell for a heavenly cause
And I know if I’ll only be true
to this glorious quest . . .
This is what Man of La Mancha's
“Impossible Dream” is telling us: this is
the attitude for us to take in our practice.
Not only people from Africa, but many
Latinos and Asians also came into this
country. The WASP is becoming a
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minority. When Martin Luther King
made his speech “I Have a Dream,”
Senator Obama was two years old; he
was just a baby! Forty-five years later,
Martin Luther King's dream is starting to
come true. At last, citizens of the United
States are truly enlightened, knowing
that if we were to continue under the
present circumstances for four more
years, or eight more years, we'd be like
hundreds of people crammed into a
small room without oxygen. And so, we
elected Obama.
charisma, virtue and intelligence. And I'm
so glad that American citizens, or a substantial part of us, supported him – thus
he will become our President on January
20th, 2009.
Two days before the election – Nov. 2nd
– his grandmother passed away in
Hawaii; and when I heard that she passed
away not knowing whether or not her
beloved grandson will become the
President of the United States, I thought
“Obama will win.” Not because some
sympathetic votes would go in his favor –
in fact, her death was not widely publicized. Nevertheless, I heard it from
someone, and I was convinced that her
death is the birth of a new United States
of America. For this reason I was really
happy when I heard the news yesterday.
So this is the connection between Dai
Bosatsu Zendo and the “Emancipation
Proclamation.” And we – not I – we have
a dream. We must have a dream.
As all of you are quite aware, all those
outstanding leaders – Abraham Lincoln,
John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King –
were assassinated by someone who didn’t like change, and I sincerely hope that
that won't happen to Senator Obama,
our President-elect. If that happens,
'despair' is really the only word I can
think of. For some of you, despair
becomes stimulation or encouragement
for your practice; and some of you may
simply lose hope and may give up your
practice. This is the reason why such a
. . . almost messiah . . . came to this nation
at the most appropriate time, with such
In his acceptance speech in Chicago,
Obama said,“We made it. We shall overcome.” After nearly two years of campaigning: We made it. We shall overcome. And he was not only speaking to
black people: “We” means all of us. We
made it. We shall overcome.
Dogen Zenji said,
Setsu ni omou koto wa
Kanarazu toguru nari
Which means: “Whatever it may be, if
you think of something desperately,
sooner or later it will become true.”
Martin Luther King's dream took place
forty-five years from the day he spoke it
– nearly half a century has passed. But,
“No matter how hopeless, no matter
how far; to fight for the right without
question or pause . . .” Though Barack
Obama is not the descendant of slaves,
through his dedication to break down
racial barriers, he made Martin Luther
King’s dream come true by becoming
the President of the United States.
Now let me tell you my personal connection with President-elect Obama. I
came to the University of Hawaii in
August, 1960. That year, Barack Obama’s
father came from from Kenya to
Honolulu to be a student of that university. His mother, originally from Kansas,
moved to Seattle, Washington with her
parents before moving to Honolulu.
Seattle is the city where Nyogen Senzaki
first landed in 1905. It is also the city
where Chester Carlson was born that
same year. After moving to Honolulu,
Obama’s mother became a student at
the University, and this is where she met
Barack Obama Sr. They met on campus.
The following year, on August 4th, 1961,
Barack Obama Jr. was born in Hawaii.
After finishing high school, he went to
Occidental College near Pasadena,
California. Because Pasadena and
Mishima (where Ryutaku-ji is located)
are sister cities, I had the opportunity to
travel to Pasadena several times during
the mid-’60s.
Obama attended
Columbia University in New York in the
early ’80s. After graduation he moved to
Chicago. This is the city where the
World Parliament of Religions took
place in 1893, where Soyen Shaku introduced Buddhism for the first time to the
West. In my opinion, Barack Obama is
part of the Dai Bosatsu Mandala web.
This nation was made by Native
Americans, WASPs, Africans, Jews,
Europeans, Latinos, and Asians. Now we
are really becoming more and more
diverse. I am so glad that Senator
Obama was elected, and so glad that
American people, with enlightened eyes,
have chosen him to be the next leader of
this nation. At last we realize the injustice of this unreasonable discrimination.
Whether black, white, yellow or red, we
all have two eyes that are horizontal and
one nose that is vertical. v
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The Eloquent Silence of Nyogen Senzaki
Compiling and editing Eloquent Silence:
Nyogen Senzaki’s Gateless Gate and Other
Previously Unpublished Teachings and
Letters was a profoundly moving experience, one through which I felt an everdeepening in-nen with this pioneer of
Zen in America.
Two years ago, knowing that the 50th
anniversary of Nyogen Senzaki’s passing
would occur in 2008, we were thinking
about ways of commemorating his
inspiring life. In direct response, the Dai
Bosatsu Mandala exerted its magic. In
the fall of 2006 I received a telephone
call from Josh Bartok, senior editor at
Wisdom Publications. He said he had
recently received a collection of
Xeroxed pages of what appeared to be
transcriptions of talks by Nyogen
Senzaki, including commentaries on the
Gateless Gate. Would I be interested in
editing this material?
I immediately got in touch with Eido
Roshi, and he agreed that this would
indeed be a worthy project, one that
would continue the work he had started
with Namu Dai Bosa: A Transmission of Zen
Buddhism to America and the two editions
of Like a Dream, Like a Fantasy (the second
edition of which I had worked on with
him). In August 1960, when Eido Roshi
(then Tai-san) was about to leave for the
United States, Soen Roshi had given him
three boxes containing Nyogen Senzaki’s
manuscripts, asking him to publish them
as the opportunity arose. Before he
passed away in 1984, Soen Roshi named
Eido Roshi literary executor of all his
work and holdings, including Nyogen
Senzaki’s writings.
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Eido Roshi and I met to discuss the project just before the start of Rohatsu
Sesshin 2006. We looked at the
Xeroxed pages Josh had sent me. My
excitement grew when Eido Roshi told
me about letters from Nyogen Senzaki
to his teacher, Soyen Shaku Roshi.These
included two written in the late 1800s
and early 1900s, before Nyogen Senzaki
came to the United States. Sharply critical of Japanese Buddhism, they were in
old-style kanji, and would be very hard
to translate, Roshi said. I began thinking
of Japanese friends of a certain age who
might still recognize those kanji.
Eido Roshi then showed me old, faded
Xeroxes of Nyogen Senzaki’s poetry, in
his beautiful calligraphy, with his own
English translations typed or hand-written on each page. Roshi remembered
seeing the originals of these poems when
visiting Duncan McCandless, a son of
Ruth Strout McCandless, many years ago
in California, and suggested I try to find
him so that we might scan some of the
originals for the proposed new book.
The Internet came through: Duncan
McCandless had a website with his biography as an artist and photographs of
some of his beautiful paintings. I got in
touch with him, and we soon began a
lively correspondence, in the course of
which he reminisced about his mother’s
close discipleship under Nyogen
Senzaki, and his own childhood friendship with the Zen teacher, who had
stayed with the McCandless family in
Pasadena for several months after being
released from Heart Mountain Internment Camp. Duncan-san and I agreed
that I would visit him that summer and
see some of the Nyogen Senzaki materials from his mother’s estate, including
those poems.
To bring the book out in 2008 would
require fast work, both on my part and
on the part of Wisdom. I discussed it
with Josh, and he said if we could have
everything to him by September of
2007, it would be possible. I quickly
read through the material that Josh had
sent, and saw that it was in need of substantial editing. First, it had to be converted into computer files—a time-consuming process. With the kind help of
speedy typists Kanro Christine Dowling,
Kigetsu Jennifer Sampson, and Tetsunin
Pat Yingst at Hoen-ji and Yobin Andrea
Rook at Dai Bosatsu Zendo, the material started coming to me digitally, and I
began editing in early 2007. On another
visit to DBZ, Eido Roshi showed me
some wonderful old photographs of
Nyogen Senzaki alone, with Shubin and
Jimmy Tanahashi, and with Soen Roshi, as
well as several historic group images;
these, Jokei scanned and sent to me.
I had to take a break in the spring for a
pilgrimage that my dear friend Kazuaki
Tanahashi and I were leading, “Ancient
Buddhism in Japan.” We traveled to Nara,
Koya-san, and Kyoto, and then my students and I met with Miyamoto Taiho
Roshi, the Kancho at Soen Roshi’s ordination temple, Kogaku-ji (founded by Bassui
Tokujo Zenji), and climbed Mount Dai
Bosatsu. After our return to the States, I
re-immersed myself in the Nyogen
Senzaki material, and in June, I went to
California for the American Zen Teachers
Conference, which was conveniently
being held in San Francisco that year. I
had arranged to meet with Duncan
McCandless the very day I arrived.
Zenshin Richard Rudin picked me up at
the airport and we drove into the hills
and spent an unforgettable afternoon,
first at Duncan-san’s apartment having
tea and talking, and then at his studio,
where, from a large chest, he began
bringing out treasure after treasure—
the originals of the calligraphy poems
that Eido Roshi remembered seeing,
many photographs, and the robe, rakusu,
and kesa that Nyogen Senzaki had given
his dear student, Ruth Strout
McCandless. We so strongly felt the
presence of teacher and disciple, and
their remarkable Dharma relationship.
Duncan-san was kind enough to let me
borrow a number of the calligraphies,
which I carefully brought with me to San
Francisco Zen Center; the next morning, before the conference started, my
friend Sunyana Graef, who runs the
Vermont Zen Center, went with me to
an area copy shop and helped me scan
everything. Then, equally carefully,
Zenshin picked them up at San
Francisco Zen Center and returned
them to Duncan-san. I went back to the
East Coast. Eido Roshi had given me an
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untranslated poem that would become
the frontispiece of the book, and two
letters from Nyogen Senzaki to his
teacher, Soyen Shaku Roshi. I needed to
find someone who was of a generation
to remember what those kanji meant.
Luckily, here in Syracuse was Professor
Tsutomu Nakatsugawa, who had visited
Dai Bosatsu Zendo with his wife,
Masako, and was a friend of Hoen-ji.
With some trepidation, he agreed to
take on the task, as long as I was willing
to rewrite and polish his English. As he
got more deeply into the work, he realized that he could not understand certain words and phrases; he asked a
friend in Japan, Professor Mitsuo Ishida,
for help, and they both spent many long
hours and did a great deal of research,
aided in Buddhist terms by a priest at
a temple near Professor Ishida. The
results of our collaboration can be
seen in the first two letters in the
Correspondence section of the book.
Working almost continuously except
during sesshin at Hoen-ji, I completed a
first draft that summer. Eido Roshi
wrote an excellent Foreword. At some
point during that time, the title for the
book came to me: Eloquent Silence. The
annual week that my husband, Andy
Hassinger, and I spend on Wolfe Island,
Canada, allowed for a blissful lack of
interruptions, and I was able to write the
Introduction. One more editing of the
entire manuscript, and the September
deadline was met. That December, I
received the first page proofs, and the
next few months were spent doing further editing. In February, the cover
design arrived; I sent it digitally to Eido
Roshi, who was in Japan, and he emailed
back that he liked it very much. That
same month, I received the edited page
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proofs for further checking. By spring, the
final pages came in for a last proofreading.
In April, a few of us went to Los Angeles,
at the kind invitation of Eido Roshi and
Aiho-san. That Dai Bosatsu Mandala
Day, Roshi conducted the full service at
Nyogen Senzaki’s grave in Evergreen
Cemetery, and invited him to come to
Dai Bosatsu Zendo the following month,
to be with us for our Nyogen Senzaki
Sesshin. We offered the finished manuscript at the grave, under the headstone
inscribed with Nyogen Senzaki’s words:
“Friends in Dhamma, be satisfied with
your own heads. Do not put on any
false heads above your own. Then
minute after minute, watch your steps
closely.These are my last words to you.”
What a Mandala Day that was!
I had selected several excerpts from the
book for a preview publication designed
by Banko Randy Phillips to be given to
participants at the forthcoming Nyogen
Senzaki Sesshin, and during our stay in
Los Angeles, many emails went back and
forth to Banko so that the small booklet
could be finished in time.
At that May 2008 commemorative
sesshin, we strongly felt that Nyogen
Senzaki had indeed joined us. On May 7,
Eido Roshi offered him a Chinese poem
he composed for the Fiftieth
Anniversary Memorial Service. He dedicated his teisho to him, as I did my
Dharma Talk. Earlier that year, in
February, Eido Roshi had given a talk in
Japan about this pioneer of Zen in the
West; after he returned to the States, he
received a packet of letters from someone who had heard his talk. Now he
translated excerpts from three letters,
reading them to us in his teisho, and they
were truly remarkable depictions of
Nyogen Senzaki’s early days in
California. After sesshin, I got in touch
with Josh. I knew final production was
about to begin—but would it still be
possible to include Eido Roshi’s memorial poem and those excerpts in the
book? He discussed it with the production department and said as long as the
new material could be placed before and
after what had already been set as numbered pages, it could work.
The wonderful openness, flexibility, and
professionalism shown by Wisdom
Publications toward this entire project—and, of course, the Dai Bosatsu
Mandala—allowed this to take place.
Still, as mid-summer approached, we
wondered—would the books really be
ready for distribution so that they could
be given to those who would attend the
upcoming Fortieth Anniversary Sesshin
at New York Zendo Shobo-ji? I kept in
touch with the production department;
everything was going smoothly. In June,
we received the final cover text from
Wisdom; with just a few editorial
changes, it was approved. Amazingly
enough, a full month ahead of schedule,
on the eighth day of the eighth month of
2008—a mystical and powerfully auspicious date—the books arrived at Dai
Bosatsu Zendo, New York Zendo, and
the Zen Center of Syracuse.
With gratitude to Eido Roshi for the
opportunity to “entangle my eyebrows”
with Nyogen Senzaki, and for everyone’s
unstinting efforts to bring this book into
existence, I offer profound bows.
Excerpts follow:
From the Introduction
Starting in 1922, three years after Soyen
Shaku’s death and exactly seventeen
years (as mandated by his teacher) after
his arrival in the United States, whenever he could save enough money, Nyogen
Senzaki would hire a hall to present lectures on Buddhism. He called these
meetings his “floating zendo.” Gradually,
people began asking to sit with him.“I at
last established a zendo in 1928, which I
have carried with me as a silkworm
hides itself in its cocoon,” he told a student. Now the adult Mentorgarten
Sangha was born—a Sangha that had no
divide between East and West, no connection with any religious organization
or establishment, and very little of the
hierarchy typical of Japanese Zen. In his
talks, he addressed his students as
“Bodhisattvas” or “Fellow Students,” and
noted, “The same spirit of Sangha found
in my Mentorgarten movement may be
found in early Buddhism—nay, not only
in early Buddhism, but in both ancient and
modern Buddhism as well. If there is true
Buddhism, there is this Sangha spirit.”
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Nyogen Senzaki and Soen Nakagawa discovered in each other the values of
moral integrity, resolve, and purity they
both found gravely lacking in the
Buddhist establishment in Japan. In his
commentary on Case Twenty-two of the
Gateless Gate, Nyogen Senzaki quoted a
New Year’s Day poem he had written:
One hundred thousand bonzes
of Japan are intoxicated with sake
on this New Year’s Day.
Alone, Brother Soen is sober—
nothing is able to tempt him.
I light a lamp on my windowsill, and
pine for him from this side of the ocean.
He must be very happy when the plum
blossoms herald the coming of spring!
Then he added,“This monk is my discovery, being of the same name, by pronunciation, as my teacher Soyen Shaku, but
written differently in Chinese characters. He is in Mishima, Japan, these days.
His full name is Soen Nakagawa. He will
come to America in the future, gather
the old assembly around him, and tear
Kashyapa’s preaching sign into rags.”
Certain themes recur throughout
Nyogen Senzaki’s koan commentaries,
talks, essays, poems, and letters: “Block
the road of your thinking,” he tells us
again and again.That’s all we need to do.
“Give the uppercut to your own dualistic ideas.” The simpler the better, he
emphasizes; no word is best of all. We
must continually strive to actualize the
truth of Zen for ourselves, since realization “will not come to us by luck, as in a
lottery” (Case Twenty-two of the
Gateless Gate). If we are filled with
“emotional pining” for something outside, for someone else’s understanding,
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we are cut off from our own inner wisdom. He notes that real Zen teachers
never give anything; rather, they take
away whatever their students are
attached to.
Stressing that silence is the most eloquent vehicle for expressing Zen, in his
commentary to Case Twenty of the
Gateless Gate he says,“I appreciate your
enthusiasm in copying my lectures and
keeping them, but remember that I
speak them with shame and tears. I do
such a dirty job (this talking on Zen)
because nobody else has done it here
before me. Please do not show my lectures to any outsiders and say that they
are a part of my Zen. I have no such
funny business as preaching Zen.
Whatever I say passes away before you
record it. You only catch my yawns and
coughs.”
Nyogen Senzaki had no use for
Buddhists who sought renown or used
propaganda to attract students. “The
teachings lose their richness when they
have many followers” (Case Twenty-six
of the Gateless Gate). Indeed, he held
most of his contemporaries in the Zen
Buddhist establishment in disregard, particularly in Japan, but in America as well,
as is evident in this paragraph from Case
Two of the Blue Rock Collection: “Here
in America, many so-called spiritual
teachers gather students who bring
many questions; they then patiently try
to entertain them with favorable
answers.” In the United States, Nyogen
Senzaki lived as an ordinary citizen, not
calling attention to himself in any way.
He wore a suit and tie, placing his robe
over them when engaged in zazen or
giving a lecture; he did not shave his
head, but as the young monk Tai-san
observed when Nyogen Senzaki visited
Ryutaku-ji, had a beautiful silver crown
of hair. “Those who digest Zen well
should do their work in the world without displaying any trace of Zen,” he says
in “Amban’s Addition” to the Gateless
Gate, and in the same commentary he
tells us, “Monks have no monopoly on
Zen. Zen belongs to the world. Laymen
and laywomen adherents should study
Zen—even children in kindergarten
should be trained in the Zen way. The
shrubs and grasses around this humble
house also study Zen. They show the
color of Zen through their own natural
green. . . . Zen monks are like street
cleaners. They do their work so that
others can go their different ways. . . .
True monks who guard the lamp of
Dharma are becoming fewer and fewer.”
The world—not just the Zen world, not
just the Buddhist world—needs the
cool-headed, compassionate, and incisive
teachings of this true monk more today
than ever. With palms together, in commemoration of his life of integrity, simplicity, wisdom, and unstinting lovingkindness, this book is offered to men,
women, children, shrubs, grasses, and
street cleaners!
From The Gateless Gate
CASE FORTY-SEVEN
THE THREE BARRIERS OF TOSOTSU
Tosotsu erected three barriers and
made the monks pass through them.The
first is, in studying Zen, the aim is to see
your own true nature. Now, where is
your true nature? Secondly, when you
realize your own true nature, you will be
free from birth and death. Now, when
the light is gone from your eyes and you
become a corpse, how can you free
yourself? Thirdly, when you free yourself
from birth and death, you should know
where you are. Now your body separates into the four elements. At this
moment, where are you?
Bodhisattvas: All koans in the Gateless
Gate deal with one’s own true nature.
They begin with Joshu’s “Mu.” Gutei’s finger, Zuigan’s inner master, the Sixth
Patriarch’s true self, and Bodhidharma’s
pacified mind—each leads the student
directly into the region of buddhanature. Anyone who has experienced
turning inwardly can actualize the same,
with ease, at any time. It is not confined
in a thing; therefore, it will be discovered
in everything. It is not excluded in a
place; therefore it will be exposed at any
place. The first barrier of Tosotsu is,
“Now, where is your true nature?” At
the moment of your hesitation, you are
far away from it, ten thousand miles afar.
The second barrier of Tosotsu is,“When
you realize your own true nature, you
will be free from birth and death. Now,
when the light is gone from your eyes
and you become a corpse, how can you
free yourself?” Kukai, a ninth-century
Japanese Shingon monk, said, “When
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death comes, I am not there.While I am
here, death cannot claim me. Why
should I be afraid of death?” The statement is quite logical. Dualistic consciousness and death have no opportunity to
meet each other. People simply fear
death due to their habit of dualistic
thinking. In fact, they are threatened by
the idea of death, not by death itself.
Dogen, a thirteenth-century Japanese
Soto teacher, said, “In the region of buddha-nature, there is no birth, and accordingly, there is no death. Life never begins;
therefore, it never ends. Birth and death
are simply psychological demarcations.”
This is my free translation. In this koan of
Tosotsu, to pass through the second barrier, you must eliminate not only the fear
of death, but death itself, birth itself.
Some of you come to sanzen and show
me your own last moment, shutting your
eyes and playing a corpse. You are dead,
sure enough, but where is your buddhanature? Until you can prove yourself in
real freedom beyond birth and death,
you are just a bad actor, after all.
The third barrier:“When you free yourself from birth and death, you should
know where you are. Now your body
separates into the four elements. At this
moment, where are you?” Some of you
stretch your arms and legs out on the
floor. I never blame the manner in which
you present your koan in sanzen, as long
as you express Zen from the bottom of
your heart. If you mean, however, to indicate the four elements—earth, water,
fire, and air—by means of such acrobatic stunts, you simply make me laugh. To
represent the elements of modern
chemistry, your fingers and toes are not
enough, in any case. Now what are you
going to do? A good physician knows
about the health of a patient’s blood
from a glance at the face, even before
laboratory work is done. Now show me
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the four elements, which move on as
vividly as the ebb and surge of the sea of
buddha-nature.
Nen (Intense Thought)
Eido Shimano Roshi
MUMON’S COMMENT
If you can pass these three barriers, you
will be a master wherever you are.
Whatever happens around you will be
nothing but the essence of Zen.
Otherwise, you will be living on poor
food, and will not have enough of it to
satisfy yourself.
Years ago, a Japanese woman worked on
this koan. She worked hard, day and
night. At the end of the third seclusion,
she came to sanzen and expressed her
Zen in silence, folding her hands, palm to
palm. I said, “The first barrier is passed.
How about the second barrier?” She
kept herself in the same pose. I said,
“Come on, now, tell me, when the light
is gone from your eyes and you become
a corpse, how can you free yourself?”
She went on in the same pose, folding
her hands palm to palm. I said, “You are
quite stubborn. Never mind the second
barrier. How about the third? Now your
body separates into the four elements.
Where are you?” She did not change her
pose at all. I said, “Come on, come on,
where are you?” She still stood, folding
her hands palm to palm, without a word.
I said, “Such monotonous Zen! What is
the use of it? Get out.” Before I rang the
bell to call the next student, she bowed
to me and got out of the last barrier
gracefully. I know it is useless to bring up
a canceled check here. I only wanted to
suggest to you that the answer in Zen is
not necessarily shown by gesture, or by
words. When one can master oneself
wherever one stands, one can turn
whatever happens into true and living
Zen. Of course I am not praising stubbornness or uniformity at all. v
Every year, after summer sesshin is over
in Switzerland, I have two days of vacation time in Europe. This year, I went to
Pisa in Italy with my students M., who
usually accompanies me in Switzerland,
and J., a nun from Dai Bosatsu Zendo.
In front of the famous Leaning Tower,
there is an old Catholic cathedral, the
Duomo di Pisa. Instead of climbing up
into the tower, the three of us decided
to go into the cathedral. Centuries of
peoples’ prayers help to create a unique
and powerful atmosphere unlike anything I have experienced in American
churches which are much more modern.
Attendant J. was raised Catholic before
becoming a Buddhist nun. Therefore,
she was emotionally overwhelmed and
quite “drunk” by her pious feelings upon
leaving the church. Afterwards, we spent
some time seeing the other sights in the
Piazza dei Miracoli (“Square of
Miracles”), then finally started walking
toward the car. We were all feeling quite
elated. On the way to the car, M. said,“It
is hot, I will run ahead and start the air
conditioning, but please walk slowly and
take your time.”
As soon as M. left, a woman in her twenties accompanied by three young children approached J. and I in two teams.
We had been warned about aggressive
pickpockets and theft in this popular
tourist area. Two girls came towards
me, spreading a map in front of me
shouting, “One Euro! One Euro!!!” The
woman and the other girl did the same
thing in front of J. I did not have any cash
with me, neither Euros nor dollars. So,
we ignored them and tried to speed up,
but they were blocking our way and we
could barely move forward. Within a
minute, a second attack came. Again, the
kids spread the map in our faces, saying,
“Mister, mister, one euro!!!” This time
they came so close that our bodies
touched.
All the way to the car, the same game
was repeated four more times. When
we finally reached the car and M. opened
the door for us, two of the little girls ran
up to J. holding a small brocade purse
saying, “Miss, you dropped this, is it
yours?” J.’s face went pale. I realized
what had just happened---the woman
and the girls were pickpockets. I quickly asked J., “Do you have your passport?
Did they take anything else?” She
checked and nothing was missing. By
then, the whole team had fled.
We then went inside the car and locked
the doors. I asked J., “May I see your
purse?” Her passport, a twenty dollar
bill and a string of prayer beads were still
inside. I was amazed by the skill of the
young thieves, using a couple of big maps
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to hide what they were doing, and
shouting “One Euro!” to divert our
attention.
J.’s beads are made of purple amethyst
crystal. They come from her grandfather, who was a faithful Buddhist in True
Pure Land (Jodo Shinshu) School. After
his death, his wife gave these well-used
beads to her daughter (J.’s mother), and
they were passed on to J. on the day of
her ordination. J.’s mother told her,
“Keep these always with you, wherever
you go.”
Why did the professional pickpockets
return this purse to J.? I was puzzled.
They were immigrants from a foreign
country, and had no way of knowing we
were Buddhist priests. After thinking it
over, I realized that the power of Nen in
the beads is what made the thieves
return the purse. J’s grandfather had
used them for decades, praying and
chanting with them. His spiritual energy saved J. from losing her passport in a
foreign country.
In the Lotus Sutra there is a phrase that
goes, “Sometimes you may be attacked
by thieves, surrounded by them, and
may face the chance to be killed. If you
pray to Kanzeon Bodhisattva wholeheartedly, the thieves will not only stop
their evil deed, but may also cultivate
compassionate minds.”
This is exactly what happened with J.’s
beads. Decades ago, in the countryside
of Japan, J.’s grandfather prayed day and
night, and his Nen finally had a chance
to bloom this past summer in Italy.
Nen will never disappear and never die.
What an awesome power! v
The article above was originally featured in Schole Magazine, a Japanese Buddhist
periodical, earlier this year. We are pleased to include the Japanese text from the
original article on the following pages.
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Profound Gratitude
From September 11th to 14th, 2008,
New York Zendo Shobo-ji celebrated its
40th Anniversary with a special sesshin.
It was a remarkably strong retreat with
joyful Dharma energy, ending in a ceremony on Sunday afternoon, which was
attended by 150 guests. I would like to
express my profound gratitude to all the
people who helped make this wonderful
event possible. For about a year we had
been meeting, planning and organizing
for Shobo-ji’s birthday. Great effort was
involved, both behind the scenes and out
front, in repairing and beautifying the
temple and preparing for sesshin. Some
of these projects included:
1. The front of New York Zendo’s
building was stripped and repainted.
2. The outside wooden entrance
doors were re-sanded, stained, and
sealed with polyurethane.
3. A brand new entrance door was
installed, stained and sealed.
4. Six toilets were replaced.
5. The wooden deck in the garden
zendo was replaced.
6.The garden zendo’s roof and
shingles were replaced.
7. A new bowing mat and
purple zabuton for Eido Roshi
were purchased.
8. A gratitude gift of a new robe
for Eido Roshi was ordered
and made in Japan.
9. New jihatsu wrapping cloths
were made.
10. New chopsticks for the jihatsu
sets were purchased.
I remember so vividly the beautiful
autumn afternoon of September 15th,
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Lankavatara Sutra Revisted
1968. On this day, New York Zendo
Shobo-ji was officially opened. Soen
Roshi, Yasutani Roshi, Chester and
Dorris Carlson, Bill and Milly Johnstone,
and many other distinguished guests and
sangha members who were involved in
the creation of the temple were present.
In those days, it was inconceivable that a
Rinzai Zen Buddhist temple had opened
in New York City. The newborn baby
temple needed lots of care in daily
affairs, zazen meetings and sesshin
preparations. Eido Roshi’s burning passion for the Dharma helped Shobo-ji
grow and become strong. We both
helped and encouraged each other
throughout the years, with the mutual
support of the sangha.
Now forty years have passed, and today,
we just completed our Anniversary
Sesshin and celebration. As Confucius
said,“At the age of forty, I was no longer
deluded.” The Shobo-ji sangha is now
firmly stabilized.This has given me a new
energy and joy. I am truly grateful for the
support I received from the Dharma.
This is the most wonderful gift from the
Dharma and from Shobo-ji. Indeed,
“Dhamma Dipa, Dhamma Sarana.” I can
never thank you enough, Dharma. Even
after eons, my gratitude to the Dharma
will never disappear.
Toki Oshimi Koto wo
Hagemishi Himo Sugite
Hô no Irie ni Yu wo Aminikeri
The days where I begrudged every
minute spent on accomplishing things
are now gone, At last I can bathe
leisurely in a Dharma pool!
Gassho,
Aiho Yasuko Shimano v
by Shokan Undo Osho
When I was around 25 years old, toward
the end of my hippie years, I discovered
Buddhism and Zen. Maybe I should clarify: I discovered books about Buddhism
and Zen. Deep inside myself I clearly felt
that this is it! – especially Zen. So I read
every book available on the topic of
either Zen or Buddhism. And there
were MANY. This was in the mid-seventies and the public interest in Zen and
Buddhism was enormous. Besides all of
the Beat Zen literature available, all of D.
T. Suzuki’s works had been translated
into German, as well as uncountable
other good, serious Zen books, which
are nowadays considered classics. At
that time I understood quite well that to
study Zen without actually practicing is
like a lifeless corpse. And I occasionally
tried to do the real thing – sit cross
legged – but was intimidated by my own
failure; after five minutes I could not
stand the pain anymore and stood up. It
wasn’t until a few years later, after a cutting crisis in my life, that I started to sit
regularly on a daily basis, and was able to
progressively increase the length of my
sitting periods.
Some time before this happened I came
across a book called Meditation Sutras of
Mahayana Buddhism. It included the
Heart Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, the
Lankavatara Sutra and some others in an
accurate translation into modern
German. I thought that this was
Buddha’s original teaching and I was very
eager to read and understand what he
taught. I made it a kind of meditation to
read this book. I sat on a chair at a table
with my spine straight and read slowly
and concentrated word by word. Some
of the passages I was able to understand.
Certainly not the Heart Sutra. And the
Diamond Sutra did not make much sense
to me, either. But I was very impressed
by the Lankavatara Sutra, although my
own perception of reality was quite different from how Buddha explained it to
be. Be that as it may, the reading experience itself was so calming and refreshing,
with the gentle flow of the dialogue and
the many repetitions, that I was deeply
satisfied, whether I understood the
meaning or not. Didn’t Buddha repeatedly say in the Lankavatara Sutra that
Bodhisattvas should patiently take on
and get used to the view; that all manifestations, including ourselves, exist in the
mind only? This “patiently take on and
get used to” warmly touched my heart
and strongly supported my wish to follow this path.
Recently, in a sudden impulse, I grabbed
this book again and read the Lankavatara
Sutra. More than thirty years had passed
since I first read it. How different was
my response this time, yet how much the
same! As I started to read, I was transported back in time and felt exactly as if
I were sitting at the table some thirty
years ago; certainly due to my concentrated, upright and open-minded reading
at that time. The next thing I noticed was
how familiar this view of “not a single
thing exists” was to me. Unlike decades
ago, some of the theories and explanations of the Sutra were not only comprehensible, but accurate expressions of my
own experiences. I could not help but
feel grateful for the Rinzai Zen training I
am undergoing, and once more I became
clearly aware of the differences between
Nyorai Zen (reading and studying the
Sutras) and Soshi Zen (our actual Zen
training, koan study and life experiences).
This time, once again, when reading the
words “patiently take on and get used
to,” my heart was filled with feelings of
faith and willingness. Although we usually say: "Practice thirty more years," I wish
my practice will continue forever. v
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Ichi Go Ichi E
Fujin Butsudo
Two years ago, I went to Shogen-ji in
Japan to attend Rohatsu sesshin. After
sesshin was over, Yamakawa Roshi took
me to a hot spring hotel together with
a group of non-Japanese monks. While
the attendant monk was driving us, I
heard Roshi tell him to go to a town
called Tajimi, not far from Shogen-ji in
Gifu. Afterward, I was supposed to
meet a European friend of mine; so we
spoke on the phone about where we
could meet each other.When I told him
I was going to Tajimi, he said, with an
enthusiastic voice,“Oh! I know a potter
there. Why don’t we visit him!” After
spending the night with Roshi and the
group in the hot-spring hotel, I called up
my friend, telling him where I thought I
was. Roshi happened to hear my conversation and exclaimed,“We are not in
Tajimi here, we are in Unuma!” I had
misunderstood, but the appointment
with the potter had been made, so it
was decided that we would go anyway.
I had been told that Mizuno Sensei, the
potter, was in his late seventies. Upon
meeting him, I couldn’t believe my eyes:
he looked more like in his early sixties!
We had lunch together, and then he
took us to his kiln. Unfortunately, it was
raining on that day, so we didn’t spend
much time looking at the kiln. He took
us inside his studio, and from then on,
the visit turned into a dream. Mizuno
Sensei had met my friend several times,
but they were certainly not intimate
friends. As for myself, it was our first
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encounter. As we were led around the
studio admiring his work, time literally
vanished. I cannot even tell for sure how
long we stayed with him. It could have
been two hours, it could have been four,
but it felt no more than twenty minutes
at the most. Though we used Japanese
to communicate, my friend and I completely forgot the fact that we were
talking in a foreign language. We could
have been speaking in Russian or
Chinese, and still would have understood each other perfectly. Mizuno
Sensei spoke to us as if we were his
own children. His voice, his gestures, his
whole attitude was like a river, gently
flowing downstream. He spoke of Tani
Roshi and Eido Roshi’s friendship with
great fondness, showed us photos of
them from years ago, when they visited
his kiln. His wife was like the transparency of the mountain stream. She
was present, in fact very attentive, sitting by the irori (the hearth), serving
powdered tea, sweets, green tea,
clementines, responding quickly and elegantly to whatever needs came up. At
the end, Mizuno Sensei presented me
with a black tea bowl, an incense burner, a hana ire (flower vase to be hung in
a tokonoma) and a small sake cup.While
talking to me, he wrote on a piece of
rice paper with a brush which clay he
had used to make them, and the story
behind their shape and color. Within
seconds, Mrs. Mizuno was next to me
with packing material and bags so I
could carry them safely.
It was only upon parting from Mizuno
Sensei that I realized what had been
offered to me: the gift of inexhaustible
spirit. Freely offered to all, we trample
it under our feet every single day, so
carelessly! I made myself promise to
remember that afternoon every single
day of my life, until I am so saturated
with it that I don't need to be reminded any more.
I read many times what ancient Japan
was like, or ancient anywhere, when
people were more inclined to allow
themselves to dissolve completely into
the moment, whatever they were
engaged in. But to experience first-hand
meeting someone who had transcended
time, cultures, age and race was an
unforgettable inspiration. In Japan, there
is a Zen saying, “Ichi Go, Ichi E” which
means, “One opportunity, One meeting.” It implies, “Unprecedented, unrepeatable encounter,” in other words: a
meeting that truly changes your life. I
cherish very much the tea bowl and
other gifts, which I received on that day.
But more importantly, someday when
serving tea, I hope to not merely
quench the visitors’ thirst, but like
Mizuno Sensei did with us, to swallow
with them Beecher Lake in one gulp. v
Eido Roshi writes calligraphy in Mizuno Sensei’s studio February 2007
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Nyogen Senzaki Memorial Pilgrimage to Los Angeles
Yayoi Karen Matsumoto
Of course! It was on Dai Bosatsu
Mandala Day, April 21, 2008, that Roko
Osho, Fujin and I were to meet Eido
Roshi and Aiho-san in Los Angeles to
begin our Nyogen Senzaki 50th anniversary memorial pilgrimage. (On the 21st
of each month, monk Soen Nakagawa
and monk Nyogen Senzaki would bow to
each other from across the Pacific during
the Second World War.) Fujin and I left
New York Zendo before dawn. Following
Seigan’s directions, we walked to the subway, which connected with the AirTrain,
which took us like a swift breeze to JFK
Airport. There we met Roko Osho.The
three of us flew out from JFK to LAX.
Roshi and Aiho-san had already flown to
Los Angeles the night before, of course
on flight #21.
And so it was that we, along with many
others, had been touched in the Dharma
by Nyogen Senzaki, the karmic founder of
Dai Bosatsu Zendo. Foremost was
Roshi’s and Aiho-san’s Dai Bosatsu
Mandala connection. I thought about
how all of us who have ever studied with
Roshi at the Zen Studies Society are beneficiaries of this inspired connection.
Roko Osho was editor of the book
Eloquent Silence: Nyogen Senzaki’s Gateless
Gate and other Previously Unpublished
Teachings and Letters. Fujin was born on
Nyogen Senzaki’s memorial day, May 7th.
And I was told by my mother that
Nyogen Senzaki cared for me when I was
a baby on a couple of occasions, while she
taught tea ceremony.
My dad had been interned during the
Second World War at Heart Mountain,
Wyoming, the same place that Nyogen
Senzaki was interned along with many
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others of Japanese descent. According to
my mother, in the early 1950’s when
Hounsai, the current retired grand tea
master of the Urasenke Tea School,
stayed at our home in Los Angeles, he
went to Nyogen Senzaki’s zendo to do
zazen. Nyogen Senzaki would also come
to our house from time to time with his
Zen students who would study chado
(the way of tea) with my mother, Sosei
Matsumoto. She remembers the students: Henry Mittwer, now a Zen priest
living in Japan; Robert Aitken, now a roshi
in Hawaii; and two American women. On
one of these visits when I was about 3 or
4, it was just Nyogen Senzaki and myself,
while the others were in the tea room.
Sitting on the dark green couch in our living room, he dug into his monk’s bag,
pulled out some candy and gave it to me.
Then he showed me how to fold origami.
On another visit, I wondered if he had
candy in his bag again. And he did. Years
later, I recalled Nyogen Senzaki’s atmosphere of deep calm and kindness and
thought that maybe it was the Zen. And
so I began to practice.
The flight was a smooth one, and Roko,
Fujin and I landed safely at LAX Airport.
We were met by my cousin Etsuko Ota,
who took us to the hotel in Little Tokyo,
where we greeted Roshi and Aiho-san.
Etsuko returned to my mother’s house.
She and Takako Osumi, my other cousin’s
wife, picked up the many items for the
memorial service, while I strolled with the
others through the hotel courtyard to a
Japanese café for lunch. The weather was
perfect: soft sun and mild temperatures.
The first bit of fun began with Aiho-san
telling the young Japanese waiter that he
looked like Sangen (a former jisha and resident at DBZ and son of Myoyo Tanaka). Of
course the waiter had no idea who Sangen
was. But he did look like Sangen. Roshi
smiled, seemingly agreeing that the waiter
looked like Sangen, but said that most people would not say so. In good humor he
repeated to Aiho-san that most people
would not say so. Aiho-san, also with good
humor, kept on appreciating the resemblance, now calling the waiter directly,
“Sangen.” The waiter smiled.
After that, we quickly changed and were
picked up by Etsuko and Takako to go to
Evergreen Cemetery to visit Nyogen
Senzaki’s gravesite. Earlier at the hotel,
Fujin and I made a call for Roshi to
Reverend Inoue, a Nichiren Buddhist priest
who had served in New York City and then
relocated to L.A. Roshi was trying to
arrange for us to visit with him. The priest
was away, and we were unable to connect
with him. Anyway, Takako knew nothing
about all of this. She had said earlier that
she could pick up some flowers along the
way. I thought she had some florist in mind.
Surprise! Surprise! Takako takes us to her
Buddhist Temple of the Nichiren sect,
which just happens to be the very temple
whose head priest Roshi had tried to contact that morning! We went inside the
temple. There were lots of flowers, still
fresh, leftover from a ceremony. Takako got
these flowers for Nyogen Senzaki.
We then headed toward Evergreen
Cemetery in East L.A., where I had gone
so many times before with my
Nishihongan-ji Pure Land Sunday school
class in my childhood. We arrived,
unloaded the cars, and set up the gravesite
for the chanting ceremony with flowers,
incense, and matcha (powdered green tea)
and sweets. Sitting on goza straw mats on
the grass, we chanted and poured clear
water over the grave. A moment of
silence, and a pine tree in the background
reminded me of Nyogen Senzaki’s being.
Then Roshi led us to the Tanahashi family
grave, where Jimmy Tanahashi, the karmic
benefactor of DBZ, is buried. We chanted
there and also at Takako’s family grave.
Evergreen Cemetery was getting ready to
close its gates for the evening, and a joyful
mood prevailed. The gravesite chanting
and paying of respects for Nyogen
Senzaki’s fiftieth memorial at Evergreen
had been accomplished.
Then, again with Roshi directing us, we
went to Second Street, which was not far
away. We greeted Alice Tanahashi, the
daughter-in-law of Shubin Tanahashi, who
was Jimmy’s mother and also a student of
Nyogen Senzaki. Directly across the street
was Nyogen Senzaki’s zendo, the left-side
unit of a duplex. I never thought much of
it before, but Second Street appears and
disappears as it traverses L.A. Further
uptown, my family home happens to be
directly on one of the points where Second
Street reappears. The house where the
zendo used to be was unoccupied, and I
imagined how it must have been. Looking
through the book Eloquent Silence, a photo
from Roshi’s collection appears. It is a
photo of that very house, still bright even
two years after the passing of Nyogen
Senzaki, with Soen Roshi and the L.A.
Sangha standing in front of it.
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After that, we rode around trying to find
Turner Street, where Nyogen Senzaki had
an apartment. We got out of the car to
walk on N. Alameda Street; Roshi, Aihosan, and Roko Osho going in one direction and Roshi sending Fujin and me in
the other. We walked and walked and
were not able to find Turner Street, and
wondered what had happened to it. Back
home, I looked at MapQuest, and found
Turner Street marked. It intersects N.
Alameda Street just south of E. Temple
Street. It was just a block or two further!
We went back to the hotel for a break
until we met again for dinner. We walked
down East First Street in Little Tokyo and
saw Fugetsudo, the Japanese confectionery store, in back of which Shubin
Tanahashi used to have a laundry shop. It
is also the store where my mother, Susie,
and father, Eddie, met.
For me,
Fugetsudo was also where we got fresh
Japanese manju ricecakes after Buddhist
Sunday School, and where one caught
the scent of warm sweet bean and rice
flour in the air.
That evening after having a good dinner in
the Japanese Village in Little Tokyo, we
returned to the hotel and went our ways
to our respective hotel rooms. Fujin and
I shared a room. The room had an interior door which was neither a bathroom
nor a closet. I thought it must be a safe,
since the doorknob on it was different
from the other doors, and said so to
Fujin. I opened the door and then there
was another door, just like a safe would
have. I opened it, and . . . it opened into a
room where an Asian family was staying,
but what was most memorable was the
sight of a man on the bed looking back at
me, completely surprised! I was surprised, too. I gasped and ran away from
the door, leaving it wide open! Then I had
to inch my way back to the door to close
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it and not look at him! Fujin was laughing through the whole thing. Maybe I was
too! But it was probably more gasping
than laughing.
The next morning, we were scheduled to
go to Zenshu-ji Soto Mission on Hewitt
Street in East Los Angeles. This was the
first zendo where I sat zazen, years ago,
before it was remodeled. Fujin and I
walked on East First Street to Zenshu-ji
ahead of Roshi,Aiho-san, and Roko Osho,
who were waiting at the hotel to be
picked up by Reverend Kojima. Fujin and
I reached Zenshu-ji first and were greeted by a friendly American Zen minister.
He then went to pick up Roshi,Aiho-san,
and Roko Osho; and phoned Reverend
Kojima to wake him up. We chanted, sat
zazen together in the zendo, and
Reverend Kojima kindly served us matcha
and sweets.
Then we were picked up by Daishin of
the Zen Center of Los Angeles. We were
greeted by Roshi Egyoku. Egyoku, as I
used to call her, used to take tea lessons
from my mother at our house when she
was a resident student at ZCLA with the
late Taizan Maezumi Roshi. Although we
did not necessarily speak about Zen, we
still shared the moment together. I
always think of her as my Dharma big sister. Nowadays, duties as abbot seem to
keep her from tea class. Anyway, it was
great to visit her and ZCLA, where we
chanted, sat zazen together, and enjoyed
tea and sweets with conversation. It was
good to share Zen, L.A. Soto-style!
We went back to the hotel for lunch.
Our next appointment was at my mother’s house, and we were picked up by
Etsuko and Mrs. Nogaki, a student of my
mother’s. It turns out that Mrs. Nogaki is
an old childhood friend of Aiho-san! They
were happy to see each other, chatted in
Japanese, and rode in the car together. We
arrived and immediately did a service at my
family altar, which has a photo of my dad,
who passed away many years ago. I have
been with Roshi and monks to chant in
people’s homes before, but this was a first.
We walked toward the tea room. In the
entry area was a calligraphy by Soen Roshi,
appropriate to the new spring season and
occasion. In the tea room alcove, was a
simple flower arrangement of clematis in a
Mexican clay vase given to my mother by
Nyogen Senzaki. This was coupled with a
striking calligraphy scroll by Roshi. It read,
En Zan,“Distant Mountain,” alluding to the
phrase from the Hekiganroku, “Endlessly
arising distant mountains, blue heaped upon
blue.” So my mom acted as host, assisted
by Etsuko, Mrs. Koizumi, and Mrs. Nogaki,
who acted as ceremonial host and whisked
delicious tea. The day concluded with dinner with my mom and her students at a
modern Japanese fusion-style restaurant in
a renovated bank in Beverly Hills. We
returned to our quarters in the hotel after
a very rich day.
You should know that usually when Fujin
and I are together, we are not necessarily laughing, but somehow when I am
asked to write an article, there is hilarious material to write about! You may
have read in an article in a previous
newsletter about our laughter in Japan . .
. and now in Los Angeles, California! I
think of Nyogen Senzaki as a being with a
dignified bearing, yet he was an element
in the wonderful laughing connection
with my friend Fujin. Just as it had helped
to carry Roshi and Aiho-san to America,
his quiet and steady influence was felt on
the L.A. pilgrimage with all of its uncanny
and joyous connections and moments of
poignant reminiscence.
Regarding the scroll, Roshi told me to tell
my mom to give it to me, as it would be
appropriate for Endless Mountain Zendo
where I live and practice with Genro. A few
days later, when I brought it up, she
remained silent. I guess it’s just too good a
calligraphy to give away.
The next morning at our closing breakfast
together, guess who was breakfasting cattycorner to our table: Yes! Yes! It was the
man on the bed! First I caught him in the
corner of my eye, and nudged Fujin to look
discreetly. Yes, it was he. I tried not to look
and hoped that he wouldn’t recognize me.
He gave no indication that he did, and didn’t smile either. Fujin and I were both again
consumed by intense laughter, outwardly
controlled, but not really successfully. What
a perfect cap to our trip!
Although I expected to meet everyone
back on the East coast, the Zen phrase
often seen in tea rooms, ichi go ichi e – an
unprecedented, unrepeatable encounter
– describes the unprecedented, unrepeatable parting at LAX: we each went
our own way. The pilgrimage concluded
with feelings of fulfillment and gratefulness, ripples extending endlessly. v
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What is THIS?
Adapted from a Dharma Talk
by Koju Agung Hertanto
And here we are: something that is mostly nothing observing nothing that is continually giving birth to something.
What is THIS?
Ever since the Big Bang 13.7 billion years
ago, the universe has been expanding.
400 billion observable galaxies – all containing anywhere from ten million to a
trillion stars – have been flying apart at
incomprehensible speeds since the beginning of time, space and matter. The cosmos is essentially an eternally growing
balloon, and the galaxies are all dots on
the surface of the balloon, flying farther
and farther . . . out. What is this vast
expanding nothing that fills the balloon?
Is this nothing created out of something?
Why is there so much energy out there
apparently in the middle of nothing?
What’s on the other side of the balloon?
Will the cosmos continue to expand until
everything that’s something is so far away
that we see nothing in the night sky? Is
the future nothing at all?
Unfortunately, the brain is an imperfect
instrument for observing nothing or
something or THIS. It is prone to delusion. It daydreams. It gets distracted.
Even when the observer is paying full
attention to the observed, the brain filters and compares the received image
with data stored in the memory. If the
image matches the data, we give the
image a pre-existing label. If the image
doesn’t match the data, we invent a new
label. Labels are unavoidably biased
according to our emotional state, utilitarian considerations, and cultural conventions. Our genetic heritage dooms us to
labeling. We are born with a capacity to
speak, and as we learn to speak, we learn
to label everything. We learn it so well
that we can’t stop.
What is THIS?
Without the label, what is THIS?
If we look down instead of up, we find a
lot more nothing, although it’s a scientific
question whether the subatomic void is
the same nothing as the cosmological
void. We do know that there’s a lot of
space down there between the atoms,
not to mention quarks, neutrinos and the
Higgs boson “god particles” that physicists may or may not find soon at the
Large Hadron Collider in Switzerland.
According to most theories, subatomic
space and time are like sand grains floating in a void. We don’t know what the
void is, but we do know that it’s most of
everything that’s something, including
ourselves. And we know that “virtual”
particles pop in and out of existence in
the subatomic void. Thus, it seems to be
impossible to have something without
nothing, and nothing without something.
Labeling is the wall between us and THIS.
And there lies duality. On one side of the
wall: us. On the other side of the wall:
THIS. Our practice is to remove the wall
– brick by brick, sit by sit – and perceive
THIS. When we have carted away
enough bricks, we create for ourselves a
certain gateless gate through the wall that
really wasn’t there in the first place. As
Hakuin Zenji says in Zazen Wazan, “The
gate of the oneness of cause and effect is
opened; the path of nonduality and nontrinity runs straight ahead.” Zazen then
becomes just sitting, just breathing, just
observing . . .THIS.
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Is THIS the same nothing as the cosmological void? For scientists, the question
is hugely expensive. They must build the
most complicated machines in the histo-
ry of the world to search for answers. In
Buddhism, we already have the necessary
technology: zafus. Yet we also need
patience and perseverance, which can be
as elusive as the Higgs boson.
There are many ways to practice and
many traditions. Breath counting is very
powerful, as Hakuin reminds us in the
exhortations that we read during
Rohatsu. Whether it is breath counting,
or Mu, or Kore nan zo, or shikantaza, the
focus is always our tanden or hara or gut.
That is the place where we live, one
breath at a time. In my tradition,
Javanese, there is a spiritual exercise as
told in the story of Devaruci which mentions that “Hara is the universe.” We
should cultivate our hara or tanden if we
want to know the universe.
Practice is always going up and down, just
like the tanden as you breathe. Eido
Roshi has stated that there are three hindrances to practice: scattered mind, low
self-esteem, and confusion. I’ve experienced all of them. The most obvious one
is the scattered mind that jumps around
like monkeys in the forest. If I don’t
engage their chatter, the monkeys usually
go away by themselves. To overcome low
self-esteem, I always remind myself that
this journey is long, and it is OK to feel
bad but not to give up. One more step .
. . one more step . . . one more step – it’s
like trudging through a snowy field. As for
confusion, the remedy is Roshi. We can
ask anything related to our practice during dokusan. Talking to trusted, experienced friends can be helpful. So can reading sutras or the sayings of a Zen master.
But we cannot just read books with our
discriminating, dualistic, rational minds.
We need practice to fathom the void.
Facing death is another aspect of my
zazen. Almost every day I think about
dying. This is not abstract, but a kind of
experience that strangles me. Surprisingly, it also seems to inspire mindfulness
and compassion. I look at my beloved
wife, friends, teachers and all sentient
beings with gratitude, because I see the
interconnection linking all of us. I am
more grateful for the precious life that
I have, and I pay more attention to all its
aspects.
We are dying every day in our physical
bodies, where the cells are constantly
replaced. Most of the cells in our bodies
are under 15 years old. And at the atomic level, 98 percent of the atoms comprising our body are replaced every year by
atoms from our environment. In other
words, we are always young. We are
dying and being resurrected in every
moment.
Practicing Mu, facing death, fathoming the
void – THIS is not a hobby. It takes dedication, all the time and everywhere. A
huge task. A doable task. We need only
to observe our minds. Practice is like
hammering a nail over and over, and little
by little it penetrates the wood. Jesus
said in the Sermon on the Mount, “Ask
and it will be given to you; seek and you
will find; knock and the door will be
opened to you.” We used to knock softly . . . knock . . . knock . . . knock.That is not
the knock of Master Rinzai’s student. We
have to knock hard . . . KNOCK . . .
KNOCK . . . KNOCK! We bang on the
door! Kick the door! Shake the door!
Shout with all our might! And the door
will be opened to us.
So let us knock with nen, and let us continue our practice as Master Bassui
instructed:
Look directly!
What is THIS?
Look in this manner
And you won’t be fooled! v
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New York Zendo Shobo-ji News
New York Zendo Celebrates its 40th Anniversary
Preparations, Renovations and Thanks
For most of this year New York Zendo has been preparing for the 40th Anniversary.
We extend our special thanks to Aiho-san Yasuko Shimano and Seigan Ed Glassing for
organizing the various jobs, upgrades, contractors and volunteers who helped make
Shobo-ji ready for its celebration. Many people helped in the beautification of the
building, while others helped behind the scenes.
Special acknowledgments go to the following: Mr. Shuji Bon Yagi donated six new Toto
toilets to Shobo-ji, which were installed by Peter Lombardi with help from Tangen Bart
Blank. Mrs. Myoyo Tanaka helped to order a brand new robe, which was the sangha’s
gift to Eido Roshi. She also arranged the printing of one of the gifts for all the participants – a shikishi of Gempo Roshi's calligraphy, “Fantasy.” Additionally, she donated
Japanese foods and tea for the sesshin, and ordered new chopsticks for Shobo-ji’s jihatsu sets. We also extend our thanks to Dai Bosatsu Zendo for donating thirty handmade zafus, a purple zafu and zabuton for Eido Roshi, and a new bowing mat from Japan.
Katsuro Anthony McKiernan donated four cakes, fruits, cookies, and bread for sesshin,
and Shoteki Chris Phelan donated champagne for the celebration. Thank you to Seigan
and Jeannie Joshi for designing the Shobo-ji t-shirts.
New York Zendo Shobo-ji celebrated its 40-year anniversary with a special four-day
weekend sesshin that concluded with a ceremony held on Sunday, September 14th.
Over fifty Sangha members participated in the retreat, including Roko ni-Osho, Genjo
Osho, and representatives from Dai Bosatsu Zendo, the Zen Center of Syracuse,
Chobo-ji, Endless Mountain Zendo, Brooklyn Aikikai, Hollow Bones Zendo, and Wild
Goose Zendo.
Each day, Eido Roshi told incredible stories about the opening of New York Zendo
Shobo-ji, and about the efforts of Soen Roshi, Chester and Dorris Carslon, Aiho-san
Yasuko Shimano, and the many known and unknown deceased Dharma brothers and sisters who have woven a strand in Shobo-ji’s mandala web. He also expressed his gratitude to the Dharma for actualizing his Impossible Dream of an authentic Rinzai Zen
Buddhist temple in the middle of New York City.
As our sesshin concluded, fifty guests joined the Sangha in a celebration to mark the founding of our city temple. Roko ni-Osho acted as Master of Ceremonies and introduced special guest speaker Dr.Tenzin Robert Thurman, Professor of Buddhist Studies at Columbia
University. Dr. Thurman gave a lively talk about the Dharma in the West, after which
Ryugan Robert Savoca Sensei,Yuho Carl Baldini and students from Brooklyn Aikikai led a
misogi purification ceremony in the main zendo. Next, sangha member Dr. Chi-in Lionel
Party introduced and performed a harpsichord concert, featuring pieces by Domenico
Scarlatti, J.S. Bach, Girolamo Frescobaldi, and François Couperin. Eido Roshi was asked to
give closing remarks, and he spoke about how important it is for each of us to have a vow
and a dream – to march on, no matter how difficult – and to trust in the Dharma.
Four cakes with ten candles each were presented to Roshi,Aiho-san, Roko ni-Osho, and
the representatives of Brooklyn Aikikai to blow out. Then everyone gathered outside
for a group photo, before moving upstairs for a champagne toast offered by Seigan Ed
Glassing. To conclude the wondrous day, everyone in attendance sang “The Impossible
Dream,” followed by thunderous applause. Each participant received a gift bag, which
included Nyogen Senzaki’s new book, Eloquent Silence, introduced by Eido Roshi and
edited by Roko ni-Osho.
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The outside of the building was repainted to match its opening colors from September
15th, 1968. Peter Lombardi, Seigan, Genkai Stefan Tessler, Curtis Gatz, and Kozan Piotr
Roszczenko stripped, sanded, and restained the wooden double doors and completely
replaced the outside front door. Peter also extensively renovated the garden zendo’s
deck, roof, and beams.
Finally, a deep bow to all who donated their time, ideas and work, and to all those who
made special contributions to New York Zendo Shobo-ji.
Main Altar Buddha Restoration
At the conclusion of Shobo-ji’s 40th anniversary sesshin, Eido Roshi gave a teisho, in
which he mentioned the history of the Amida Buddha statue on the main zendo’s altar.
Amida means “Endless Dimension Universal Life.” Our beautiful Amida Buddha statue
was made in Korea and resided at Ryutaku-ji before Soen Nakagawa Roshi gave it to
our sangha in 1968. Since then, it has been watching over us and practicing with us at
New York Zendo Shobo-ji. During these past 40 years, however, the wooden statue
has aged and has been in need of restoration for quite some time. Large cracks developed in the statue’s surface, and its skin began to peel.
After the anniversary celebration, Roshi asked Togetsu Johanna Schwarzbeck, a professional gilder and art restorer, to investigate the condition of the statue. It turned out
to be in far worse condition than we had originally suspected. Woodworms had completely invaded the statue. The back of the Buddha needed to be filled, re-gilded and
antiqued, and the right hand and left toes needed to be re-attached.
Togetsu worked on the statue for almost two months and returned Amida Butsu to
New York Zendo in the beginning of December. Now Amida Butsu looks breathtaking,
having been restored to its original condition. Thank you to Togetsu for her outstanding and skillful job. Thanks also to the many Sangha members and anonymous donors
who contributed money for the restoration.
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Dai Bosatsu Zendo Kongo Ji News
Winter Interim 2007-2008
The colder, darker months of the year were enlivened this winter by the presence of
three interim residents who joined us for sections of the winter interim period.
Matthew Leavey spent two weeks practicing with us, sharing his baking skills and southLondon accent. Jinen Nancy Woodard returned to DBZ this winter and made great
strides to organize and catalog the original blueprints of the monastery building. Also,
Talia Lugacy visited DBZ for the first time, shared most of the interim period with us,
and decided to return for the spring kessei.
Spring Kessei 2008
Spring kessei began on April 3rd with residents Fujin Butsudo, Jokei Kyodo, Shinkon
Wado,Tenrai Gudo, Giun Kendo, Seizan Tomoaki Sasaki,Tangen Bart Blank, Join Jocelyn
Perry, and Peter Lombardi joined by returning kessei students Yobin Andrea Rook and
Kozan Piotr Roszczenko. Talia Lugacy participated in her first kessei, and Ciska Matthes
joined for approximately three weeks. We were also pleased to have a visit from longtime Dharma friend Brother Bernard Klim, C.S.C., who traveled from Uganda to join
us for Holy Days Sesshin.
thunder, respectively. Fujin carries the wind on his back in a large sack, and Raijin holds
a striker in each hand, which he uses to make rumbles of thunder on his drums.
Together, they now preside over the two windows on either side of the Dharma Hall
altar and lend their ki to our chanting services. Their images are featured on the front
and back covers of this issue of the newsletter.
Ordinations
On Gempo Roshi's day, June 3rd,Tenrai
Fred Forsythe and Stefan Streit were ordained
as Zen Buddhist monks by Eido Roshi at Dai
Bosatsu Zendo. Tenrai received the monk's
name Gudo, which means “Quest.” Stefan was
given the Dharma name Giun, which means
“Good Cloud” and the monk's name Kendo,
which means “Unmistakable Way.” The two
new monks were heartily supported by spiritual guardians Fujin Butsudo and Karen Streit,
Roko ni-Osho, Aiho-san and Seigan Fudo, family members, friends, DBZ residents, and numerous members of the DBZ and Shobo-ji sanghas.
Obaku Visit
Choro-An Nyogen Senzaki's 50th Memorial
2008 marked the 50th anniversary of Nyogen Senzaki's death, and several happenings
this year helped us to remember and honor his immeasurable contribution to the
Dharma in the West. Here at Dai Bosatsu Zendo, we held a well-attended Ven. Nyogen
Senzaki 50th Memorial Sesshin, featuring several teishos and Dharma talks based upon
Nyogen Senzaki's writings and lectures. The Nyogen Senzaki 50th Memorial Sesshin
included a special tea offering by tea teacher Ms.Wako Umetsu and Ms.Yoshiko Goto –
who is the grand-daughter of Eido Roshi's ordination teacher, Kengan Goto Osho. Also,
in the weeks leading up to this sesshin, a huge shipment of new tatami mats arrived from
Japan for the zendo, the Dharma hall, and the dokusan room. These were a generous
donation by Omar Danial and Nigol Koulajian. Many thanks also to Rev. Genro Lee
Milton, whose woodwork in the dokusan room allowed us to turn that space into a tatami room for the first time.
Nyogen Senzaki's 50th memorial was also honored by the publication of Eloquent Silence,
a sizable collection of Nyogen Senzaki's previously unpublished lectures, essays, poems,
calligraphy, and letters, including his complete commentary on The Gateless Gate.
Eloquent Silence was translated and edited by Roko ni-Osho Sherry Chayat and features
an introduction by Eido Roshi. Congratulations to Roko ni-Osho and Eido Roshi! Dai
Bosatsu Zendo would also like to thank Rev. Daien George Burch, who sponsored the
purchase of numerous copies of the book for use by DBZ and Shobo-ji.
Later in June, Dai Bosatsu Zendo received a
somewhat unexpected visit from nine Obaku
Zen priests and lay students. The trip was arranged by one Asano Osho, who had visited DBZ approximately 16 years ago, and the group was led by Nakamura Rodaishi of
Tetsugen-ji in Japan. In addition to these two, the Obaku group was composed of two
other temple priests – Takashima Osho and Miyazaki Osho, two shintos (first-year
monks) – Yamamoto Zenji and Kunizaki Zenji, and three lay people – Mr. Fumihiko Hokyo,
Mr. Makoto Nakamura, and Ms.Akane Kozu.
The group stayed with us for two days and shared with us some of the most wellknown practices of the Obaku school of Zen. Perhaps the highlight of their stay was a
traditional Obaku-school fucharyori meal, prepared for the DBZ residents by Asano
Osho with help from Kozu-san. Taking more than a full day of work to prepare, this
stunning meal incorporated more than 20 sublimely nuanced and artfully displayed
courses. Truly, a treat rarely met with!
The Obaku group also presented for us their characteristic bombai chanting, in which
we heard some familiar sutras and dharanis chanted in the classical Chinese pronunciation, with enchanting accompaniment by inkins and the hokku. Also, Ms. Akane Kozu
performed for us a beautiful and expressive traditional Japanese dance to a classic
melody called “Sakura.”
Ichikukai Visit
A Hearty Welcome to Fujin and Raijin
A pair of striking new figures appeared in the Dharma Hall this spring. Two painted
wooden statues depicting Fujin and Raijin were donated just in time for the Nyogen
Senzaki 50th Memorial Sesshin. Fujin and Raijin are the Japanese gods of the wind and
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Shortly before O-Bon this summer, Dai Bosatsu Zendo had the rare opportunity to
host Hiruta Sensei and five other misogi practitioners from Ichikukai Dojo – the only
active misogi dojo in Japan. Misogi is an ancient and energetic Shinto purification practice that combines different styles of breathing, chanting, and shouting that are all aimed
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at completely expelling air from the lungs and stirring up a clarity and primal vitality in
the practitioner. Hiruta Sensei, Abe-san, Ichikawa-san, Narita-san, Gen-san, and
Anekouji-san traveled from Ichikukai and joined the DBZ residents, along with Ryugan
Robert Savoca Sensei, Yuho Carl Baldini, Terri Rzeznik, Grace Rollins, Justin Coletti,
Daiden Charles Young, Zenchu Simon Manzer, and Tom Worsnopp. Together, we performed harai (misogi) in the zendo and shared a festive meal before the Ichikukai contingent continued on to Hiruta Sensei's new dojo, the International Kei-Zen Center, in
extreme upstate New York, near the Canadian border.
O-Bon
About 120 guests, work exchange students, and residents received the beneficence of
beautiful weather, a starry sky, and a waxing moon for the 2008 O-Bon ceremony, as
we chanted Dai Segaki for our deceased loved ones and floated painted lanterns on
Beecher Lake. Aiho-san joined us from Shobo-ji and led the large tenzo team for the
event, which included the skillful efforts of Seigan Fudo, Seizan Tomoaki Sasaki, Yusen
Junko Fujii, Manu Sassoonian, Lann Ikeda, Shogo Wada, and Ryota Hikima. Again this
year, Peter Lombardi led the zomu crew, which coordinated the beautiful outdoor
lantern-and-torch lighting and treated us to a massive O-Bon fire.
Also, this year’s ceremony was enhanced by newly-donated segaki cymbals and flags.
Rev.Yuzen Suzuki of Kokoku-ji temple generously coordinated both of these donations.
The cymbals were made by Mr. Toshio Koide, and the segaki flags were lovingly and
meticulously constructed by several members of the Kokoku-ji sangha: Ms. Kaori
Suzuki, Ms. Kazuo Kessoku, Mr. Tomohiro Idie, Ms.Yukiko Maruyama, Ms. Mizue Wakai,
and Ms. Hiroko Uenoyama. The spirits of the deceased and O-Bon's attendees also
enjoyed a bountiful offering of homegrown vegetables from Mr. Kiyuu Yokoyama. Even
though the event itself lasted less than 24 hours, it was a beautiful and moving experience for all who attended.
Summer Interim Residents and Work Exchange 2008
The summer of 2008 featured a particularly dense event calendar at Dai Bosatsu, with the monastery often hosting multiple groups or events on a given weekend, and almost weekly adding a center-line to the zendo to accommodate the
large number of visitors and helpers. Especially considering
the healthy attendance at most summer events, we are very
grateful to the many people who contributed their efforts as
interim residents and work exchange students this summer.
This summer's work exchange participants were: Jinen
Nancy Woodard, Yusen Junko Fujii, Manu Sassoonian, Freh
Bekele, Thin-thin Lay, Nicholas Carbuto, Pascale Burkhart,
John Lynch, Lann Ikeno, Larry Gagler, Asher Evans, Bill
Giordano, Christopher Botta, Ben Mayock, and Junko
Kawakami.
The resident community was also fortunate to receive an
extended visit from former resident Zenchu Simon Manzer,
who has been studying at Shogen Junior College in Japan
and spent 2 weeks of his summer break training at Dai
Bosatsu Zendo. Two young Japanese men also stayed for a
significant portion of the summer interim: Ryota Hikima, a
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student at the University of Buffalo and a great-nephew of Eido Roshi, joined us for
part of his summer break, and Shogo Wada spent his first few weeks in the United
States as an interim resident at DBZ.
Samu Projects
This year saw the evolution of several notable projects, installations, and donations at
Dai Bosatsu Zendo. A highly visible example is the new bridge over the outflow at the
foot of Beecher Lake, which was completed in the waning days of summer by Peter
Lombardi with assistance from Tangen Bart Blank and Shogo Wada. This spring and
summer also presided over the construction of a new greenhouse and two new drystone planting beds behind the woodshed. The greenhouse was purchased with money
donated earlier in the year by the DBZ resident community and constructed by Samu
Weekend Participants. Alas, our busy schedule did not allow an opportunity to put the
greenhouse together in time for this year's growing season, but the residents are excited about the modest first-fruits from the planting
beds and eager to get an earlier start next year. Also,
as if summoned by the construction of the new
greenhouse, Mr. Kiyuu Yokoyama appeared in the late
fall and spent several days with us, working diligently
despite chilly weather to plant a myriad of vegetables
and ornamentals in the greenhouse and in the vicinity of Sangha Meadow.
DBZ also gratefully received two major pieces of
outdoor equipment this year. One was a new log
splitter, the purchase of which was coordinated by
Soun Joe Dowling and funded by donations from several frequent Samu Weekend volunteers. The other
was a new riding lawn mower, donated by Jim Tisch and coordinated through the effort
and initiative of Laura Last. Both of these highly useful gifts were put to immediate and
enthusiastic use by our Zomu and the summer samu volunteers.
Finally, after quietly spreading its roots in the literal underground of Dai Bosatsu Zendo
for the past couple of years, our cushion-making department bloomed this year into a
bona fide cottage industry. Led by Tenrai Gudo, the “zafu-ryo” filled orders this year
for 16 pairs of zafus and zabutons for Endless Mountain Zendo, a dozen support
cushions for Hoen-ji, 10 pairs of cushions for Nakamura Roshi's zazenkai at Tetsugenji in Japan, 30 zafus for Shobo-ji, and countless smaller cushion orders for individuals.
In this effort, we are very grateful to Ms. Hisako Sasaki, who donated her labor to
make shells for 100 zafus. May these cushions gently but firmly support the practice
of their present and future owners!
Fall Kessei 2008
Fall Kessei began on September 17th. Residents Fujin Butsudo, Jokei Kyodo, Shinkon
Wado,Tenrai Gudo, Giun Kendo, Seizan Tomoaki Sasaki,Tangen Bart Blank, Join Jocelyn
Perry, and Peter Lombardi were joined by returning kessei student Kozan Piotr
Roszczenko. First-time DBZ kessei students included Myodo Matthew Perez and
Seimu Tina Grant, hailing from Chobo-ji's sangha in Seattle, and Thierry Boudewyn, who
came to us from Strasbourg, France. Also, Shogo Wada was so enthusiastic about his
experiences at DBZ during the summer interim that he elected to return and attend
his first kessei in the fall.
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Harvest Jukai Sesshin 2008
Eido Roshi conducted a Jukai ceremony on November 8th, the final day of Harvest
Sesshin. This year, 8 students took Jukai and received Dharma names, as a symbol of
their commitment to zen practice and their new identity as Buddhists. Congratulations
and good luck to this year’s Jukai students!
Name
Dharma Name
Translation
Judy Chang
Hokaku
Release the Crane
Larry Gagler
Gangyo
Vow and practice
John Lynch
Ryoju
Vulture peak / Spiritual Eagle
Yasuko Hara
Ryoun
Transcend the Clouds
Laura Jackson-Zaremba
Hojun
Pure Treasury
Elzbieta Roszczenko
Karyo
Flower Hill
Piotr Roszczenko
Kozan
Cultivate the Mountain
Johanna Schwarzbeck
Togetsu
Exhale the Moon
Following the speech, two representatives of each religion were
asked to share a few private minutes with His Holiness. Eido Roshi
was one of the Buddhist representatives. After the Pope left the
auditorium, the ten representatives were asked – to their surprise – to share their experiences
with the rest of the audience. Eido
Roshi, stepping up to the podium,
shared what he told the Pope:
“Although dialogue and words are
important, what is more essential is the power of Silence, which is shared by all religions.
Silence and ‘being silent’ are the hallmark and wellspring of prayer itself.” The audience
gave him a standing ovation!
Eido Roshi Acknowledges Roko ni-Osho as a Roshi
Seigan Edwin Glassing
Interreligious Gathering with Pope Benedict XVI
Seigan Edwin Glassing
This April, Eido Roshi was one of ten religious leaders asked by the Vatican to meet personally with Pope Benedict XVI during his trip to Washington DC. The themes of the
Pope’s visit in the United States were peace and inter-religious dialogue, and his tour culminated in an April 17th meeting with representatives of Judaism, Islam, Buddhism,
Hinduism, and Jainism in Washington, DC. Pope Benedict XVI delivered a special address
to an audience of over two hundred dignitaries and officials. He spoke of the common
bonds that the Vatican has had with other religions, a vision of hope, and his view of the
future, in which he called upon all people to become artisans of peace:“I assure you that
the Church wantso continue building bridges of friendship with the followers of all religions, in order to seek the true good of every person and of society as a whole.”
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On October 12th, Eido Roshi traveled to the Zen Center of
Syracuse Hoen-ji to conduct a Shitsugo Ceremony. This
ceremony acknowledged Roko ni-Osho as a Roshi in the
Hakuin-Torei-Gempo-Soen lineage of Rinzai Zen Buddhism.
As a symbol of this acknowledgment, Eido Roshi gave her
the name Shingeshitsu, “Room for your Heart to Bloom.”
Over 150 people attended the event, including sangha members from Hoen-ji and teachers from the Zen community.
From the very beginning, the entire sangha greeted Eido
Roshi and Seigan in robes chanting Namu Dai Bosa. It was
very touching to see their love for Roshi in this simple act.
The ceremony was elegant and simple and Eido Roshi's
words were uplifting. In his congratulatory address, Eido
Roshi recounted to the sangha a recent conversation he had
with Nikyu Robert Strickland. Nikyu said, “We have a temple. We have a teacher. We
have a lineage.” Roshi remarked that this simple statement encapsulates the essence of
this event. There is a temple, Hoen-ji. There is a teacher, Shingeshitsu Roshi, and there is
a lineage which is known as the Taku-ju school of Rinzai Zen Buddhism.This lineage runs
through Eido Roshi’s teacher, Soen Roshi, his teacher, Gempo Roshi, Gempo Roshi's
teacher Sohan Roshi and continues back to Hakuin Zenji, Rinzai Gigen Zenji,
Bodhidharma Daishi Dai Osho and Shakyamuni Buddha.
Eido Roshi concluded his remarks, saying, “So, Brothers and Sisters in Dharma, with great
trust, I happily transmit this wonderful lineage with the name Shingeshitsu Roshi to Roko niOsho.” Shingeshitsu Roshi then gave a teisho on Obaku's “Partakers of Brewers Grain,”
wherein Obaku Kiun Zenji states, “I do not say there is no Zen, but that there is no Zen
teacher.” Following the teisho were a musical performance, several speeches and a wonderful vegetarian feast made by the sangha.
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There is a love at the heart of Hoen-ji that shines through in so many ways. The Hoen-ji sangha’s devotion to their teacher and to the Dharma is reflected in their many kindnesses. This
warmth is perfectly condensed in Shingeshitsu Roshi’s new name, “Room for your Heart to
Bloom.” The Zen Studies Society extends its heartfelt congratulations to Shingeshitsu Roshi,
and to the entire Hoen-ji sangha.
Genjo Osho Receives Dharma Transmission
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The traditional ceremony included challenges by 6 gatekeepers, including Eido Roshi and
Genki Roshi. Once Genjo passed through the six gates, Eido Roshi forcefully pounded a
staff on the floor and passed it to Genjo as the symbol of transmission. Then Genjo Osho
offered a Dharma talk. A delicious lunch prepared by the Chobo-ji sangha provided an
enjoyable conclusion to the memorable occasion.
It was a rare and unique opportunity to be able to witness and
take part in this very special occasion, for which I am deeply and
inexpressably grateful. On behalf of the Zen Studies Society, I
would like to extend our warmest congratulations to Shokan
and to our European sangha brothers and sisters.
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Open for regular evening zazen
Closed for Summer Interim
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Morning Dokusan, Japanese Dharma Class
Shobo-ji 41st Anniversary Weekend Sesshin
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Closed for Thanksgiving
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Fall Training Ending Teisho by Eido Roshi
Winter Interim Zendo Closed
New Year’s Eve Celebration
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Shokan was first ordained in the Soto Zen tradition in 1986, before becoming a student of
Eido Roshi in 1991. He lived and trained at Dai Bosatsu Zendo for six years before returning to Switzerland to lead the Shogen Dojo Zurich community. Over time, the sangha has
grown and the mandala widened. In addition to his duties in Zurich, Shokan has also been
invited to lead Zazen practice at various retreats and seminars
across Europe combining Aikido and Zen. In recent years, a few
students from DBZ have been fortunate enough to travel to
Switzerland with Roshi to participate in sesshin with Shokan and
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Shokan Undo Acknowledged as Osho
This August, Eido Roshi traveled to Switzerland to conduct his annual sesshin at StiftungFelsentor retreat centre near beautiful Lake Lucerne. Although Roshi has been traveling to
Switzerland to do sesshin for many years now, this year’s retreat was quite special. On the last
day of sesshin, Rev. Shokan Undo Marcel Urech was acknowledged as an Osho and received
Eido Roshi’s endorsement as leader and resident teacher of Shogen Dojo Zurich.
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Winter/Spring Training period starts
New Year of the Ox All Day Sit
Shinkon Peter Glynn
On May 21st, a beautiful spring day in Seattle, Eido Roshi conducted Shiho-shiki (Dharma Transmission) for Genjo Marinello
Osho. Among those present for the ceremony were Genki
Takabayashi Roshi (Genjo's ordination teacher and founding
abbot of Chobo-ji), Roko ni-Osho Sherry Chayat from Hoen-ji,
Meido Moore Roshi from Chicago, Eido Frances Carney of the
Olympia Zen Center, Chozen Bays Roshi and Hogen Bays of
Great Vow Monastery in Oregon, the Ven. Shen-Ling Rossi of
Dragon Flower Ch'an Temple in Tacoma, and Urasenke Tea Instructor Bonnie Soshin Mitchell
Sensei. Ninety guests attended the ceremony held at the University Friends (Quaker) Hall.
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Martin Luther King Jr. Weekend Sesshin
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Holy Days Sesshin
Samu Weekend
Intro to Zen Weekend
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Ven. Nyogen Senzaki Memorial Sesshin
Samu Weekend
Samu Weekend
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Anniversary Sesshin
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Summer Samu 5-Day Sesshin
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Golden Wind Sesshin
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Thanksgiving Celebration
Rohatsu Sesshin
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